Some people I meet, they are on their last chance to live.

I channel the soul.

Soul Dwelling is what it’s called.

It’s their soul using my mouth to tell them it’s their last chance.

One by Creed is playing.

I feel angry I feel helpless
Want to change the world yeah
I feel violent I feel alone
Don’t try and change my mind no

I don’t actually feel helpless, but they often do.

A change in fate is a choice away.

They feel they can make choices and don’t have to suffer the consequences. I get it.

Every rule has an exception, and it’s usually me.

I forgot that until a few days ago. I used to say it on occasion. 

It’s not good to be the exception for every rule. I see people lose their lives, livelihoods and people they love.

However, it’s my lot in life and somebody had to be me.

I don’t take advantage of being the exception for every rule. It just happens to be the truth of my life.

Not a personal truth, the truth about what my life is.

I wish I could make decisions for others when they’re on their last chance, but I can’t.

I’m not God, but I get what God goes through with us. God wishes it could take control, but free will, it’s a motherfucker and a half.

God gives each and everyone of us free will. God gives us choices and the flesh gives us choices.

The choice is ours to make.

I get I can do some wild shit, but my abilities allow for me to be present for the one who has the choice to make.

That’s why I can do everything I can do. Not for me, for whoever I’m talking to. To give them the choice.

Meek.

Power when needed, absolute power when absolutely needed.

Being meek is as difficult as difficult gets and it’s why I judge myself harshly.

Judge yourself harshly and you’ll see what I  mean.

Fight the Good Fight by Triumph just started.

When one fights with themselves, that’s God you’re fighting with. Fight as much as you can and you’ll lose.

I look at loosing from something someone once told me. He was talking about chess.

“Find someone better than you and as you lose you learn. “

I always looked for someone to argue with me.

I had a girlfriend when I was 24, she was 34 and studying to be a lawyer. I lost my ass when we argued until she told me one thing.

“I only argue when I know I’m right.”

I started paying attention to her silence.

My memory is coming back like a motherfucker and a half.

How I know I’m not a narcissist.

I can admit I’ve lost.

No excuses, I simply lost.

Have a blessed one and be excellent always.